Contents

ntroduction
#emembrance
Epigram Written in Prison
The Happy Life
Youth and Age
My Mind to Me a Kingdom s
Let Not Old Age Disgrace My High Desire
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
The Nymph's #eply to the Shepherd
What is our life?
#aleigh to His Son
My Body in the Walls Captived
Affection is Not Love
Shall Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?
They that have Power to Hurt and will Do None
When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
The Expense of Spirit in a Waste of Shame
Fain Would Wed
Tears at the Grave of Sir Albertus Morton
Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife
To His Little Child Benjamin, from the Tower
Of The Loss of Time
Sources

Introduction
The Eli:abethan poets (Sixteenth Century and shortly after) appeared in England during a period roughly
contemporaneous with the reign of Queen Eli:abeth I (1558-1603). Previous to this, the genius of Chaucer
(1343-1400) had established English as a new language of literature and was a primary influence on poets of
the Fifteenth Century. With the English renaissance of the Sixteenth Century, the language had moved much
closer to its modern form, Chaucer came to be regarded as the English Homer, and a new flowering of poetry
took place. These poets adopted sonnet forms from Italy and wrote enormous numbers of love poems, but they
also tried new meters and entertained other subfects, such as the passage of time, the effect of imprisonment,
views on the happy life, the kingdom of the mind, old age, advice to a son, true foy, and tributes to the dead.
Here, some short extracts from Wyatt, Surrey, Dyer, Sidney, Marlowe, Raleigh, Shakespeare, Campion,
Wooton, and Hoskins are presented.

5ir 1homos wyott (150J1542) boto ot Allloqtoo keot ooJ eJocoteJ ot combtlJqe wos lo ooJ oot of fovot wltb
neoty vlll wbom be setveJ lo o oombet of offlces ne wos tepeoteJly lo jollfot ossoclotloq wltb Aooe 8oleyo
poottelloq wltb tbe Joke of 5offolk ooJ oo cbotqes of tteosoo ne wos kolqbteJ lo 15J7 ooJ setveJ two yeots os
ombossoJot to cbotles v ne ttoosloteJ some of lettotcbs soooets os well os wtltloq mooy of bls owo ooJ otbet lytlcs
ooJ sooqs

1. Remembrance

1hey flee from me LhaL someLlme dld me seek
WlLh naked fooL sLalklng wlLhln my chamber
Cnce have l seen Lhem genLle Lame and meek
1haL now are wlld and do noL once remember
1haL someLlme Lhey have puL Lhemselves ln danger
1o Lake bread aL my hand and now Lhey range
8uslly seeklng ln conLlnual change

1hanked be lorLune lL haLh been oLherwlse
1wenLy Llmes beLLer buL once especlal
ln Lhln array afLer a pleasanL gulse
When her loose gown dld from her shoulders fall
And she me caughL ln her arms long and small
And LherewlLhall so sweeLly dld me klss
And sofLly sald uear hearL how llke you Lhls?

lL was no dream for l lay broad awaklng
8uL all ls Lurned now Lhorough my genLleness
lnLo a blLLer fashlon of forsaklng
And l have leave Lo go from her goodness
And she also Lo use newfangledness
8uL slnce LhaL l so unklndly am served
Pow llke you Lhls whaL haLh she now deserved?
S|r 1homas Wyatt


2. Epigram Written in Prison

Slghs are my food my drlnk are my Lears
Cllnklng of feLLers would such muslc crave
SLlnk and close alr away my llfe wears
oor lnnocence ls all Lhe hope l have
8aln wlnd or weaLher [udge l by my ears
Mallce assaulLs LhaL rlghLeousness should have
Sure l am 8rlan Lhls wound shall heal agaln
8uL yeL alas Lhe scar shall sLlll remaln
S|r 1homas Wyatt



ry oword or/ of 5urry (151747) tecelveJ bls tltle wbeo bls fotbet become Joke of Notfolk ne fooqbt lo 5cotlooJ
ooJ lo llooJets ooJ become commooJet of o qottlsoo of 8ooloqoe OolcktempeteJ ooJ poottelsome be moJe mooy
eoemles ooJ wos lmptlsooeJ sevetol tlmes fot mlscooJoct AttesteJ oo folse cbotqes of tteosoo be wos execoteJ lo
1547 As wltb otbet llzobetboos bls poetty wos somewbot secooJoty to bls otbet octlvltles bot be wos tecbolcolly
skllleJ ooJ llke wyott oo eotboslost of tbe ltolloo soooet


3. The Happy Life



My frlend Lhe Lhlngs LhaL do aLLaln
1he happy llfe be Lhese l flnd
1he rlches lefL noL goL wlLh paln
1he frulLful ground Lhe quleL mlnd

1he equal frlend no grudge no sLrlfe
-o charge of rule nor governance
WlLhouL dlsease Lhe healLhy llfe
1he household of conLlnuance

1he mean dleL no dellcaLe fare
1rue wlsdom [olned wlLh slmpleness
1he nlghL dlscharged of all care
Where wlne Lhe wlL may noL oppress

1he falLhful wlfe wlLhouL debaLe
Such sleeps as may begulle Lhe nlghL
ConLenLed wlLh mlne own esLaLe
-o wlsh for deaLh nor fear hls mlghL
nenry noward Lar| of Surrey


4. Youth and Age

Lald ln my quleL bed ln sLudy as l were
l saw wlLhln my Lroubled head a heap of LhoughLs appear
And every LhoughL dld show so llvely ln mlne eyes
1haL now l slghed and Lhen l smlled as cause of LhoughL dld rlse
l saw Lhe llLLle boy ln LhoughL how ofL LhaL he
uld wlsh of Cod Lo scape Lhe rod a Lall young man Lo be
1he young man Loo LhaL feels hls bones wlLh palns oppresL
Pow he would be a rlch old man Lo llve and lle aL resL
1he rlch old man LhaL sees hls end draw on so sore
Pow he would be a boy agaln Lo llve so much Lhe more
WhereaL full ofL l smlled Lo see how all Lhese Lhree
lrom boy Lo man from man Lo boy would chop and change degree
And muslng Lhus l Lhlnk Lhe case ls very sLrange
1haL man from wealLh Lo llve ln woe doLh ever seek Lo change
1hus LhoughLful as l lay l saw my wlLhered skln
Pow lL doLh show my dlnLed cheeks Lhe flesh was worn so Lhln
And Loo my LooLhless [aws Lhe gaLes of my rlghLway
1haL opes and shuLs as l do speak do Lhus unLo me say
1hy whlLe and hoarlsh halrs Lhe messengers of age
1haL show llke llnes of Lrue bellef LhaL Lhls llfe doLh assuage
8ld Lhee lay hand and feel Lhem hanglng on Lhy chln
1he whlch do wrlLe Lwo ages pasL Lhe Lhlrd now comlng ln
Pang up Lherefore Lhe blL of Lhy young wanLon Llme
And Lhou LhaL Lhereln beaLen arL Lhe happlesL llfe deflne"
WhereaL l slghd and sald larewell my wonLed [oy!
1russ up Lhy pack and Lrudge from me Lo every llLLle boy
And Lell Lhem Lhus from me Lhelr Llme mosL happy ls
lf Lo Lhelr Llme Lhey reason had Lo know Lhe LruLh of Lhls"
nenry noward Lar| of Surrey



5ir dword uyr (?1607)wos boto lo 5ometsetsblte ooJ wos eJocoteJ ot OxfotJ bot left befote tokloq o Jeqtee ne ls
meotlooeJ os ooe of tbe otoomeots of Ooeeo llzobetbs coott ooJ wos seot by bet oo mlssloos to nollooJ ooJ ueomotk
lo tbe1580s ne wos kolqbteJ lo 1596 ne wos well esteemeJ os o poet by bls cootempototles bot llttle of bls poetty bos
sotvlveJ


5. My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is

My mlnd Lo me a klngdom ls
Such presenL [oys Lhereln l flnd
1haL lL excels all oLher bllss
1haL earLh affords or grows by klnd
1hough much l wanL whlch mosL would have
?eL sLlll my mlnd forblds Lo crave

-o prlncely pomp no wealLhy sLore
-o force Lo wln Lhe vlcLory
-o wlly wlL Lo salve a sore
-o shape Lo feed a lovlng eye
1o none of Lhese l yleld as Lhrall
lor why? My mlnd doLh serve for all

l see how plenLy surfelLs ofL
And hasLy cllmbers soon do fall
l see LhaL Lhose whlch are alofL
Mlshap doLh LhreaLen mosL of all
1hey geL wlLh Loll Lhey keep wlLh fear
Such cares my mlnd could never bear

ConLenL l llve Lhls ls my sLay
l seek no more Lhan may sufflce
l press Lo bear no haughLy sway
Look whaL l lack my mlnd supplles
Lo Lhus l Lrlumph llke a klng
ConLenL wlLh LhaL my mlnd doLh brlng

Some have Loo much yeL sLlll do crave
l llLLle have and seek no more
1hey are buL poor Lhough much Lhey have
And l am rlch wlLh llLLle sLore
1hey poor l rlch Lhey beg l glve
1hey lack l leave Lhey plne l llve

l laugh noL aL anoLhers loss
l grudge noL aL anoLhers galn
-o worldly waves my mlnd can Loss
My sLaLe aL one doLh sLlll remaln
l fear no foe l fawn no frlend
l loaLhe noL llfe nor dread my end

Some welgh Lhelr pleasure by Lhelr lusL
1helr wlsdom by Lhelr rage of wlll
1helr Lreasure ls Lhelr only LrusL
A cloaked crafL Lhelr sLore of sklll
8uL all Lhe pleasure LhaL l flnd
ls Lo malnLaln a quleL mlnd

My wealLh ls healLh and perfecL ease
My consclence clear my chlef defense
l nelLher seek by brlbes Lo please
-or by decelL Lo breed offence
1hus do l llve Lhus wlll l dle
Would all dld so as well as l
S|r Ldward Dyer


5ir Phi/ip 5idy (155486) wos o coottlet solJlet ooJ poet 8oto keot ooJ eJocoteJ ot OxfotJ be wos seot by llzobetb
l oo Jlplomotlc mlssloos ooJ wos cooslJeteJ ooe of bet fovotltes ne fell oot of fovot ot ooe polot bot wos sobsepoeotly
oppoloteJ qovetoot of vllssloqeo lo tbe NetbetlooJs tokloq pott lo oo expeJltloo olJloq tbe NetbetlooJs oqolost 5polo
5lJoey JleJ of woooJs tecelveJ lo o tolJ oo o 5poolsb coovoy nls best koowo poetlc wotks ote some 108 soooets oboot
ootepolteJ love (AsLrophel and SLella) ooJ o postotol tomooce (Arcadla) ne JefeoJeJ of poetty oqolost tbe lotltoos lo
An Apologle for oeLrle


6. Let Not Old Age Disgrace
My High Desire

LeL noL old age dlsgrace my hlgh deslre
C heavenly soul ln human shape conLalned
Cld wood lnflamed doLh yleld Lhe bravesL flre
When younger doLh ln smoke hls vlrLue spend
-or leL whlLe halrs whlch on my face do grow
Seem Lo your eyes of a dlsgraceful hue
Slnce whlLeness doLh presenL Lhe sweeLesL show
Whlch makes all eyes do homage unLo you
Cld age ls wlse and full of consLanL LruLh
Cld age well sLayed from ranglng humor llves
Cld age haLh known whaL ever was ln youLh
Cld age oercome Lhe greaLer honor glves
And Lo old age slnce you yourself asplre
LeL noL old age dlsgrace my hlgh deslre
S|r h|||p S|dney



hristophr Mor/ow (1564159J) wos boto lo keot ooJ eJocoteJ ot combtlJqe ne become coooecteJ wltb o compooy
of octots fot wbom be wtote ploys ne wos olso solJ to be o sectet oqeot ooJ to bove leJ tbe oJveototoos llfe typlcol of
oqllsb oqeots ueooooceJ os o betetlc be looJvetteotly ovolJeJ fottbet octloo oqolost blm by beloq motJeteJ lo o
toveto btowl wblle be ls most fomoos os tbe fltst qteot oqllsb ploywtlqbt (ur lausLus 1amerlane Lhe CreaL etc) be
olso wtote poetty ooJ ttoosloteJ some of tbe poems of locoo ooJ OvlJ

7. The Passionate Shepherd
to His Love

Come llve wlLh me and be my love
And we wlll all Lhe pleasures prove
1haL hllls and valleys dales and flelds
Woods or sLeepy mounLaln ylelds

And we wlll slL upon Lhe rocks
Seelng Lhe shepherds feed Lhelr flocks
8y shallow rlvers Lo whose falls
Melodlous blrds slng madrlgals

And l wlll make Lhee beds of roses
WlLh a Lhousand fragranL posles
A cap of flowers and a klrLle
Lmbroldered all wlLh leaves of myrLle

A gown made of Lhe flnesL wool
Whlch from our preLLy lambs we pull
lalr llned sllppers for Lhe cold
WlLh buckles of Lhe puresL gold

A belL of sLraw and lvy buds
WlLh coral clasps and amber sLuds
And lf Lhese pleasures may Lhee move
Come llve wlLh me and be my love

1he shepherdswalns shall dance and slng
lor Lhy dellghL each May mornlng
lf Lhese dellghLs Lhy mlnd may move
1hen llve wlLh me and be my love
Chr|stopher Mar|owe



5ir wo/tr ko/iqh (15541618) wos boto lo uevoo eJocoteJ ot OxfotJ ooJ stoJleJ low lo looJoo ne fltst solleJ to
Ametlco lo 1578 ooJ tbeo lo 1585 ottempteJ to spoosot tbe fltst oqllsb colooy tbete wblcb folleJ ne become o fovotlte
of Ooeeo llzobetb wbo kolqbteJ blm bot become JlseocbooteJ wltb blm wbeo be sectetly mottleJ ooe of bet molJs of
booot ne wos coovlcteJ of plottloq oqolost llzobetbs soccessot Iomes l ooJ wos seoteoceJ to JeotbcommoteJ to o
llfe seoteoce lo tbe 1owet of looJoo wbete mocb of bls wtltloq wos Jooe lo tbe 1J yeots tbot followeJ 1bls cootoloeJ
mooy poems bot most of tbem bove beeo lost ne petsooJeJ tbe kloq to teleose blm lo excbooqe fot o fottooe lo qolJ
tbot be woolJ floJ lo tbe Otlooco ne wos oosoccessfol ooJ bls soo wos kllleJ wbeo tbey ottockeJ o 5poolsb settlemeot
vlolotloq oo oqteemeot wltb tbe kloq Iomes boJ kolelqb bebeoJeJ wbeo be tetotoeJ to oqlooJ


8. The Nymph's Reply
to the Shepherd

lf all Lhe world and love were young
And LruLh ln every shepherds Longue
1hese preLLy pleasures mlghL me move
1o llve wlLh Lhee and be Lhy love

8uL Llme drlves flocks from fleld and fold
When rlvers rage and rocks grow cold
And hllomel becomeLh dumb
1he resL complaln of cares Lo come

1he flowers do fade and wanLon flelds
1o wayward wlnLer reckonlng ylelds
A honey Longue a hearL of gall
ls fancys sprlng buL sorrows fall

1hy gowns Lhy shoes Lhy beds of roses
1hy cap Lhy klrLle and Lhy posles
Soon break soon wlLher soon forgoLLen
ln folly rlpe ln reason roLLen

1hy belL of sLraw and lvy buds
1hy coral clasps and amber sLuds
All Lhese ln me no means can move
1o come Lo Lhee and be Lhy love
8uL could youLh lasL and love sLlll breed
Pad [oys no daLe nor age no need
1hen Lhose dellghLs my mlnd mlghL move
1o llve wlLh Lhee and be Lhy love
S|r
Wa|ter ka|e|gh


9. What is Our Life?

WhaL ls our llfe? A play of passlon
Cur mlrLh? 1he muslc of dlvlslon
Cur moLhers wombs Lhe Llrlnghouses be
Where we are dressed for Lhls shorL comedy
Peaven Lhe [udlclous sharp specLaLor ls
Who slLs and vlews whosoeer doLh acL amlss
1he graves whlch hlde us from Lhe scorchlng sun
Are llke drawn curLalns when Lhe play ls done
1hus playlng posL we Lo our laLesL resL
And Lhen we dle ln earnesL noL ln [esL
S|r Wa|ter ka|e|gh


10. Raleigh to His Son

1hree Lhlngs Lhere be LhaL prosper all apace
And flourlsh whlle Lhey are asunder far
8uL on a day Lhey meeL all ln a place
And when Lhey meeL Lhey one anoLher mar
And Lhey be Lhese Lhe wood Lhe weed Lhe wag
1he wood ls LhaL whlch makes Lhe gallow Lree
1he weed ls LhaL LhaL sLrlngs Lhe hangmans bag
1he wag my preLLy knave beLokens Lhee
-ow mark dear boywhlle Lhese assemble noL
Creen sprlngs Lhe Lree hemp grows Lhe wag ls wlld
8uL when Lhey meeL lL makes Lhe Llmber roL
lL freLs Lhe halLer and lL chokes Lhe chlld
S|r Wa|ter ka|e|gh


11. My Body in the Walls Captived

My body ln Lhe walls capLlved
leels noL Lhe wounds of splLeful envy
8uL my Lhralld mlnd of llberLy deprlved
lasL feLLerd ln her anclenL memory
uoLh noughL behold buL sorrows dylng face
Such prlson ersL was so dellghLful
As lL deslred no oLher dwelllng place
8uL Llmes effecLs and desLlnles desplLeful
Pave changed boLh my keeper and my fare
Loves flre and beauLys llghL l Lhen had sLore
8uL now close kepL as capLlves wonLed are
1haL food LhaL heaL LhaL llghL l flnd no more
uespalr bolLs up my doors and l alone
Speak Lo dead walls buL Lhose hear noL my moan
S|r Wa|ter ka|e|gh


12. Affection is Not Love

ConcelL begoLLen by Lhe eyes
ls qulckly born and qulckly dles
lor whlle lL seeks our hearLs Lo have
Meanwhlle Lhere reason makes hls grave
lor many Lhlngs Lhe eyes approve
Whlch yeL Lhe hearL doLh seldom love

lor as Lhe seeds ln sprlng Llme sown
ule ln Lhe ground ere Lhey be grown
Such ls concelL whose rooLlng falls
As chlld LhaL ln Lhe cradle qualls
Cr else wlLhln Lhe moLhers womb
PaLh hls beglnnlng and hls Lomb

AffecLlon follows lorLunes wheels
And soon ls shaken from her heels
lor followlng beauLy or esLaLe
Per llklng sLlll ls Lurned Lo haLe
lor all affecLlons have Lhelr change
And fancy only loves Lo range

ueslre hlmself runs ouL of breaLh
And geLLlng doLh buL galn hls deaLh
ueslre nor reason haLh nor resL
And bllnd doLh seldom choose Lhe besL
ueslre aLLalned ls noL deslre
8uL as Lhe clnders of Lhe flre

As shlps ln porLs deslred are drowned
As frulL once rlpe Lhen falls Lo ground
As flles LhaL seek for flames are broughL
1o clnders by Lhe flames Lhey soughL
So fond deslre when lL aLLalns
1he llfe explres Lhe woe remalns

And yeL some poeLs faln would prove
AffecLlon Lo be perfecL love
And LhaL deslre ls of LhaL klnd
-o less a passlon of Lhe mlnd
As lf wlld beasLs and men dld seek
1o llke Lo love Lo choose allke
S|r Wa|ter
ka|e|gh



wi//iom 5hokspor (15641616) tecoqolzeJ os posslble tbe wotlJs qteotest Jtomotlst left llttle oo tecotJ to Jesctlbe
bls llfe 1be poetty be oseJ lo bls ploys to coptote cbotoctet motlvotloo ooJ Jtomo ls oolpoe ooJ tepteseots ooe of tbe
qteot ocblevemeots lo bomoo exptessloo ne olso took tbe soooet fotm tbot boJ beeo btooqbt ftom ltoly by bls
llzobetboo pteJecessots ooJ moJe lt bls owo lo o sepoeoce of soooets tbot bos oo epool

13. Shall I Compare Thee to
a Summer's Day?

Shall l compare Lhee Lo a summers day?
1hou arL more lovely and more LemperaLe
8ough wlnds do shake Lhe darllng buds of May
And summers lease haLh all Loo shorL a daLe
SomeLlme Loo hoL Lhe eye of heaven shlnes
And ofLen ls hls gold complexlon dlmmed
And every falr from falr someLlme decllnes
8y chance or -aLures changlng course unLrlmmed
8uL Lhy eLernal summer shall noL fade
-or lose possesslon of LhaL falr Lhou ownesL
-or shall ueaLh brag Lhou wandersL ln hls shade
When ln eLernal llnes Lo 1lme Lhou growesL
So long as men can breaLhe or eyes can see
So long llves Lhls and Lhls glves llfe Lo Lhee
W||||am Shakespeare


14. They that have Power to Hurt
and will Do None

1hey LhaL have power Lo hurL and wlll do none
1haL do noL do Lhe Lhlng Lhey mosL do show
Who movlng oLhers are Lhemselves as sLone
1hey rlghLly do lnherlL heavens graces
And husband -aLures rlches from expense
1hey are Lhe lords and owners of Lhelr faces
CLhers buL sLewards of Lhelr excellence
1he summers flower ls Lo Lhe summer sweeL
1hough Lo lLself lL only llve and dle
8uL lf LhaL flower wlLh base lnfecLlon meeL
1he basesL weed ouLbraves hls dlgnlLy
lor sweeLesL Lhlngs Lurn souresL by Lhelr deeds
Lllles LhaL fesLer smell far worse Lhan weeds
W||||am Shakespeare


15. When to the Sessions of
Sweet Silent Thought

When Lo Lhe sesslons of sweeL sllenL LhoughL

l summon up remembrance of Lhlngs pasL
l slgh Lhe lack of many a Lhlng l soughL
And wlLh old woes new wall my dear Llmes wasLe
1hen can l drown an eye unused Lo flow
lor preclous frlends hld ln deaLhs daLeless nlghL
And weep afresh loves long slnce cancelled woe
And moan Lhe expense of many a vanlshed slghL
1hen can l grleve aL grlevances foregone
And heavlly from woe Lo woe Lell oer
1he sad accounL of forebemoaned moan
Whlch l new pay as lf noL pald before
8uL lf Lhe whlle l Lhlnk on Lhee dear frlend
All losses are resLored and sorrows end
W||||am Shakespeare

16. The Expense of Spirit

in a Waste of Shame

1he expense of splrlL ln a wasLe of shame
ls lusL ln acLlon and Llll acLlon lusL
ls per[ured murderous bloody full of blame
Savage exLreme rude cruel noL Lo LrusL
Ln[oyed no sooner buL desplsed sLralghL
asL reason hunLed and no sooner had
asL reason haLed as a swallowed balL
Cn purpose lald Lo make Lhe Laker mad
Mad ln pursulL and ln possesslon so
Pad havlng and ln quesL Lo have exLreme
A bllss ln proof and proved a very woe
8efore a [oy proposed behlnd a dream
All Lhls Lhe world well knows yeL none knows well
1o shun Lhe heaven LhaL leads men Lo Lhls hell
W||||am Shakespeare


1homos ompio (15671620) wos boto lo looJoo ooJ become o soccessfol pbyslcloo ne wos o loteolst ooJ composeJ
lytlcs socb os cbetty klpe wblcb be ooJ otbets set to moslc nls poems olso ofteo set to moslc ote qeoetolly llqbt ooJ
cbotmloq 1be ooe selecteJ bete bowevet bos o somewbot eottblet poollty temlolsceot of tbe cbloese OJes

17. Fain Would I Wed

laln would l wed a falr young man LhaL nlghL and day could
please me
When my mlnd or body grleved LhaL had Lhe power Lo ease me
Malds are full of longlng LhoughLs LhaL breed a bloodless
slckness
And LhaL ofL l hear men say ls only cured by qulckness
CfL l have been wooed and pralsed buL never could be moved
Many for a day or so l have mosL dearly loved
8uL Lhls foollsh mlnd of mlne sLralghL loaLhes Lhe Lhlng
resolved
lf Lo love be sln ln me LhaL sln ls soon absolved
Sure l Lhlnk l shall aL lasL fly Lo some holy order
When l once am seLLled Lhere Lhen can l fly no farLher
?eL l would noL dle a mald because l had a moLher
As l was by one broughL forLh l would brlng forLh anoLher
1homas Camp|on


5ir ry wotto (156816J0) wos boto lo keot ooJ wos eJocoteJ ot wlocbestet ooJ OxfotJ ne wtote o ploy ooJ wos o
ftleoJ of Iobo uoooe bot bls lotetests oppeot to bove beeo mololy scleotlflc ne obtoloeJ o Jlplomotlc post ooJet tbe
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18. Tears at the Grave of
Sir Albertus Morton

Sllence ln LruLh would speak my sorrow besL
lor deepesL wounds can leasL Lhelr feellngs Lell
?eL leL me borrow from mlne own unresL
8uL Llme Lo bld hlm whom l loved farewell

C my unhappy llnes! you LhaL before
Pave served my youLh Lo venL some wanLon crles
And now congealed wlLh grlef can scarce lmplore
SLrengLh Lo assenLPere my AlberLus lles!

1hls ls Lhe sable sLoneLhls ls Lhe cave
And womb of earLh LhaL doLh hls corpse embrace
Whlle oLhers slng hls pralse leL me engrave
1hese bleedlng numbers Lo adorn Lhe place

Pere wlll l palnL Lhe characLers of woe
Pere wlll l pay my LrlbuLe Lo Lhe dead
And here my falLhful Lears ln showers shall flow
1o humanlze Lhe fllnLs whereon l Lread

Where Lhough l mourn my maLchless loss alone
And none beLween my weakness [udge and me
?eL even Lhese genLle walls allow my moan
Whose doleful echoes Lo my plalnLs agree

8uL ls he gone? and llve l rhymlng here
As lf some Muse would llsLen Lo my lay
When all dlsLuned slL walllng for Lhelr dear
And baLhe Lhe banks where he was wonL Lo play?

uwell Lhou ln endless llghL dlscharged soul
lreed now from -aLures and from lorLunes LrusL!
Whlle on Lhls fluenL globe my glass shall roll
And run Lhe resL of my remalnlng dusL
nenry Wotton

19. Upon the Death of
Sir Albert Morton's Wife

Pe flrsL deceased she for a llLLle Lrled
1o llve wlLhouL hlm llked lL noL and dled
nenry Wotton



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20. To His Little Child Benjamin,
from the Tower

SweeL 8en[amln slnce Lhou arL young
And hasL noL yeL Lhe use of Longue
Make lL Lhy slave whlle Lhou arL free
lmprlson lL lesL lL do Lhee
ohn nosk|ns

21. Of the Loss of Time

lf llfe be Llme LhaL here ls lenL
And Llme on earLh be casL away
Whoso hls Llme haLh here mlsspenL
PaLh hasLened hls own dylng day
So lL doLh prove a kllllng crlme
1o massacre our llvlng Llme

lf dolng noughL be llke Lo deaLh
Cf hlm LhaL doLh chameleonwlse
1ake only palns Lo draw hls breaLh
1he passersby may pasqulllze
-oL here he llves buL here he dles
ohn nosk|ns